Submissions by Miss_Tical
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Wonderland
There’s a place in my dreams
Where everything is not as it seems
It’s a wonderland
Where the sand is made from mother of pearl
And the deep jade water swirls around your feet
As the waves pound in a rhythmic beat
In the shaded woods
Little elves go about their business
Wearing brightly coloured hoods
That protect them from the sun
They watch their children with their beady eyes
As they skip and have fun
Across the way
In the grassy plains
That are warmed by the daytime sun
The unicorns play
Their bodies are pure white...
Where everything is not as it seems
It’s a wonderland
Where the sand is made from mother of pearl
And the deep jade water swirls around your feet
As the waves pound in a rhythmic beat
In the shaded woods
Little elves go about their business
Wearing brightly coloured hoods
That protect them from the sun
They watch their children with their beady eyes
As they skip and have fun
Across the way
In the grassy plains
That are warmed by the daytime sun
The unicorns play
Their bodies are pure white...
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Death, My Friend
The woman lies quietly in her hospital bed
The intense pain inside her head, too much to bear
Let alone the information the doctor just shared
Suddenly, something in the corner stirred that made her stare
Standing by the visitor’s chair, surrounded by a glaring light
Appeared a beautiful angel with wings of fire, that burned so bright
He held out his hand, and smiled like an old friend
He was here to relive the poor woman of her impending death
The woman smiled, and taking her last breath
She took the angel’s hand and followed him into the glorious glow...
The intense pain inside her head, too much to bear
Let alone the information the doctor just shared
Suddenly, something in the corner stirred that made her stare
Standing by the visitor’s chair, surrounded by a glaring light
Appeared a beautiful angel with wings of fire, that burned so bright
He held out his hand, and smiled like an old friend
He was here to relive the poor woman of her impending death
The woman smiled, and taking her last breath
She took the angel’s hand and followed him into the glorious glow...
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The Story Of Louise de Lorraine
The gardens of Chenonceau look so beautiful and bright
But I prefer to keep them out of sight
As I mourn in this room of black and white
I sit tight and wait for my love
He gave me his word and that is enough
However, my heart knows the truth and it is breaking
But I still spend every waking hour
Hoping he’ll come by
I don’t know how many days, years or months have past
But the air in here is starting to turn sour
Hopefully soon I will die
For I have cried a million tears
I speak not a word to anyone
And if people should speak to me, I...
But I prefer to keep them out of sight
As I mourn in this room of black and white
I sit tight and wait for my love
He gave me his word and that is enough
However, my heart knows the truth and it is breaking
But I still spend every waking hour
Hoping he’ll come by
I don’t know how many days, years or months have past
But the air in here is starting to turn sour
Hopefully soon I will die
For I have cried a million tears
I speak not a word to anyone
And if people should speak to me, I...
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The Screams From Across The Street
This is a story about something that happened in my neighbourhood
But before I start, I want this to be understood
I have no love for the place I live and trust me I'd move, if only I could
The houses are all dilapidated and the lawns are choked with weeds
Flower beds that were once filled with beauty and colour are now dead from neglect and disease
Dirty windows hide what really goes on inside
Aided by cheap flimsy curtains that have faded from the intense sunlight
At night (and sometimes during the day) all you can hear are people screaming,police sirens...
But before I start, I want this to be understood
I have no love for the place I live and trust me I'd move, if only I could
The houses are all dilapidated and the lawns are choked with weeds
Flower beds that were once filled with beauty and colour are now dead from neglect and disease
Dirty windows hide what really goes on inside
Aided by cheap flimsy curtains that have faded from the intense sunlight
At night (and sometimes during the day) all you can hear are people screaming,police sirens...
635 reads
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